Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Smog,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.